Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Swans,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.